lone furrow

The ash eternal Ever stands it green Whence come the dues Whence come the maidens Much knowing those they established What [?] they craved Destinies pronounced And life allotted To the sons of man Whence come the maidens And among them, most beautiful of all Iria of [Ægir?] Wolves, she tamed Magic arts, she knew And even the Gods remеmber her song And man drank mead еach morn' From all father's pledge And had the maidens drink as well And war came, and with her famine And men and women lay dead And the Gods held council What had made Odin and Týr Cast their spears For now oaths are not held sacred Nor words, nor swearing, nor binding pacts made And there on the height sat, joyous Iria Iria of [Ægir?] Striking her harp Northward turned Far from the sun She there saw waiting The sluggish streams Bloodthirsty men And perjurers And wolves She saw axe age turn wolf age Here the world sinks And she saw her rise a second time Earth from ocean Beauteously green And rivers meeting on plains She saw her rise a second time Earth from ocean Beauteously green And rivers meeting on plains